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Surely there’s a website I can go to to find out… one with a poll or multiple choice questionnaire?? Is there therapy for this??? Trawling through the lunchtime blogs today and I came across this lil article:

I was snickering in anticipation as the page loaded up but as I read on I realised this does actually kinda sounds like me in my current state of impatiently-patient-waiting-for-the-right-piece-of-land-so-I-can-build-a-house. The little selection of blogs you see to your right somewhere in the handy widget is but a sprinkling of the interiors blogs I have bookmarked… and sorted into categories, in folders…. which I keep synched between my work and home computers… hmm.

I feel like addiction’s probably too strong a word for it. I’m not jonesin’ for a fix if I don’t get a daily jab of glossy magazine inspiration or wracked with the shakes if haven’t clicked on my top ten fave blog sites for the day. Yes I maaayyy think about the house and what it will look like every 5-23 seconds of the day and get random furniture ideas which make me spring out of bed at 2:45am to search bleary eyed through the interwebs to see if there’s a YouTube tutorial that shows me how I can make it so I can exorcise the thought out of my head. But that’s just an investment in my future home comforts is it not? Hmmmm.

The fact that I was a little miffed at reading the section on “style files” and that I might just have a little folder of magazine cuttings which I intend to put in a “style file” of my own (not to mention this blog which in a way is one giant “style file”) But to say that they’re *GASP* “regularly containing too much information to be meaningful” and that “clients are encouraged to cull (!!!) their images down to two types – those that they really love, and those they really hate” wtfuckery?? I can only cull down my cherished image collection down to “those I really love” and those “I REALLY REALLY REALLY TRUELY DECLARE MY UNDYING LOVE AND FIRST BORN CHILD FOR” (bold and underlined thankyouverymuch). Hmmmm.

And did I click on ALL of the links at the bottom of the article with anticipated glee at the new styley goodness awaiting my eyeballs?? um yesss… but but but… the writer, how can she write an article on house porn addiction and then FEED the reader’s alleged addiction with SEVENTEEN sugar coated enticing neon lighted linkages. That’s just mean and cruel and unusual punishment. *sigh*

Maybe there’s a smattering of addiction there. I was in a furniture shop on the weekend and discovered that they had wishbone chairs. I’d never seen one in the fleshy flesh. I was doing a little jig around it (no salaaming and claiming I wasn’t worthy, I promise) and pointing them out to my Mum who just looked at me blankly… as did the overly aggressive sales lady. I felt like standing on the seat and yelling at the top of my lungs “but they’re WISHBONE CHAIRS!!! HANS WEGNER???!! a design classic you heathens!” but I just settled for some quiet eye rolling instead.

Addiction feels like such a dirty word, I don’t like it. Addiction, no. Obsession yes 🙂